It was the most sought-after club on the entire island. A hip fusion of 1920s gentleman’s club and modern day tropical resort. Surrounded by palm trees. A long winding cobblestone drive. Valet-only parking. Live pop, jazz, and swing music booming from inside. A pair of spot lights crossed over the front entrance. VIPs only. A place for the world’s elite, the world’s wealthiest, the crème de la crème.

Most of the world didn’t even knowabout this place. Those that did couldn’t wait to get in.

And there was a long waiting list.

“What makes this place so popular?” asked Kevin, looking around.

They – Kevin and a man in a classy business suit – sat at one of the tables in the back corner of The Coconut Club. It was still early in the day. Just after the lunch rush. So the place was pretty quiet. The real action happened at night – and well into the night. Aside from a couple servers (all gorgeous women) and a few clients still lounging around, no one else was there.